Prophets of Rage - Hands Up lyrics

Hands up Hands up Hands up Come on! Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Come on! Had enough Had enough What the f**? It’s a doubtful world Where they embrace the lies Hear the songs they sing Are you hypnotized? Can I sell you something Let me tell you something You see I come from nothing And my hands are calloused While the one percent Stay tippin’ the balance I’m a put ’em on blast For the present and past Put the night stick away Keep it off my back What the f**! What the f**! What the f**! Hands up Hands up Hands up Come on! Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Hands up Come on! Had enough Had enough What the f**? Pa** ain’t just past World ain’t gonna last Change itself and thrive Will he survive Cyber metric hat trick Trip on a back flip Molotov matchsticks Are burning Calabasas Banksta clowns Timmy C wrapped in a shroud Shrapnel in a sound cloud Body armor powwow No ifs and no whats, no whos no hows Support for crazy horse We need you now Hands up Hands up Hands up [x7] Had enough Had enough What the f**? Hands up Hands up Hands up Come on! Had enough Had enough What the f**? [x4]